None of these things.

Dear K,

I've had several drafts of responses to your last couple of letters. But I'm not going to send them because they are too tragic and true. It is raining right now. January rain is a sign of hope, and I feel it welling up inside of me. I'm looking up at tall buildings with the promise of a future instead of imagining them crumbling to the ground.

Can you feel it? Can you feel the edges of your consciousness slide towards hope? Do you feel the wonderful tingling of tomorrow, as your soul bends around the other side of the world, glimpsing at the bright light heat of tomorrow's sun melting everything around us? I feel it. I feel that hope for the children playing in the street.

I've been helping homeless people eat, handing them money and telling them that they know what they need to spend it on and who am I to tell them what to do.

I feel it. I feel the hope that is Winter's secret promise. This is the only way to be ready for Spring.

Tell everyone you see that I love them,
and that none of these things
stop a brighter tomorrow from coming,

-K